This old house was once for dancing,This old house once filled with joy.With it's beauty so entrancing,Every little girl and boy.Now it's halls are filled with darkness.Its rooms are dusty, cold.This old house is growing so old.

Take a walk into the ballroom,Now it hardly looks the same.Now it's chandelier is shattered,Only stillness here remains.Long ago there was the laughterThrough the stories that were told.This old house has grown so old.

Carefull of the stairs,Don't sit on the broken chair.Peole passing byUsed to pause out in the square.Now they go on by,No one even stops to stare.It's so all alone,No one cares.

They'll tear down this house come morning,Build a new one in it's place.Put an end to all it's glory,Put an end to all it's grace.And the sun will set when evening comes,Stars will fill the sky -And stars will fill the sky.